if I laid my life on yours,
like a grid of lost promises,
would we find a symmetry
or a chaos of choices
overlapping the guesses
of where we might be at
any time?
and if those choices allowed
for deepening affection,
would you still choose
the melancholy stressors
and the solitary lanes
or would we both cross
the green fields of Kansas
hunting each other
and aching for love?
A further collection of poems, many from years in the Middle East, but also the California San Francisco and Central Coast areas (Santa Cruz, Carmel, Big Sur, Berkeley, etc.).
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overlapping the guesses...lol!!
Well penned mate!!
Love Tinka